DID SOMEONE SAY #TBT?

According to the ancients, parfumeurs, and Arab royalty, the old saying might as well go: “Worth its weight in whale waste”.

A news story today sparked a memory.

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How about this magic moment? A couple in Lancashire in England found a lump of ambergris that is possibly worth AU$ 100,000. The couple are already in negotiations with prospective buyers from France and New Zealand.

Ambergris is the legendary ingredient in perfumes (in French, it means “grey amber”). When I walk the beach, I follow the smell of rotting fish and scan for greyish lumps. Don’t you?

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Ambergris comes from the cured secretion of sperm whales.  The whale secretes a substance to heal its stomach from the scratches of the cuttlefish and squid beaks it swallows when feeding. This gets out through the gastrointestinal system and is left floating on the ocean for years. The floating part is what gives it its slightly salty and warm smell. It retains its scent for centuries, just like musk.

It’s hard not to fall in love with ambergris. Here is a solid lump of whale feces, weathered down—oxidized by salt water, degraded by sunlight, and eroded by waves — from the tarry mass to something that smells, depending on the piece and whom you’re talking to, like musk, violets, fresh-hewn wood, tobacco, dirt, Brazil nut, fern-copse, damp woods, new-mown hay, seaweed in the sun, the wood of old churches, or pretty much any other sweet-but-earthy scent.

Everyone loves ambergris, just not so much when it’s fresh. It’s smell is extremely fecal (think cow dung) and has no value for perfumery. But let it float on the ocean for years? Now you’ve got an evocative scent, an effulgent patina, and waxy texture.

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So, naturally, I’m gonna have to wax poetic on ya’…..from the archives, my throwback Valentine love poem*.

 

Like the beachcombers

who found calcified remnants sweet smelling, waxy and gray,

coughed up by sperm whales, no less;

treasures of “floating gold”

prized by ancient Egyptians,

on the coast of Australia,

I look at you and see ambergris.

 

Well, fellow beachcombers, is it or isn’t it? If you see embedded squid beaks, book that private jet.

440px-Squid_beak_measuringimage-01Or give the grey lump a hot needle test. Heat a needle and touch it briefly to the surface. If it’s ambergris, the surface will melt instantly, turning to an oily, molten black residue and a small puff of musky smelling smoke will be emitted. Ah, the sweet smell of success.

 

Toni 4/14/16

*My blogging partner/poet Patty wrote a much love-lier Valentine poem here.

Carolina Wren and Family #3 (A 420 character 9-line poem)

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I listen

to the ringing, varied notes of the Carolina Wren.

CW’s songs & our speech come from the same genes. Deep stuff this.

Metaphorically for you because you speak in multi-layered ideas not decibels;

but for the CW–all 4 nickels of him–it’s literally deep:

he belts it out from an air-sac enclosed “syrinx” at the bottom of his windpipe,

each note thusly amplified & enhanced;

as I am when you talk &

I listen.

PATTY

WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE: I WISH I WERE ~ not I wish I was

Last week, WP’s Grammar Guru Daryl explained the subjunctive mood ~ it’s all about conditions, suppositions, wishes, demands, suggestions, and statements of necessity. When you say “I just wish I were…” or “If I were more like…”, knowingly or unknowingly, you invoke the subjunctive mood.

In honor of Daryl’s post, this week’s WP writing challenge is: “I wish I were.”

I wish I was were here….instead of in the path of a hurricane .

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All the day I longed for Italia

remembering the blue green sea.

I thought if I could purchase

Parmesiano from the grocery

or drink Limoncello, tart and cold,

to cleanse the palate and soothe the throat

or eat aciuge, salty and bold,

or read tales of Dante I could quote,

Ah, then, I’d be in Nervi for sure;

the olive groves, the vines of grapes

where on terraced hills a warbler trills.

But to be in the Italia I know

Shaw’s is not the place to go.

So do tell….what do you wish?

Toni 10/29/12